Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.